He would come almost every day,

and on most nights,

hoping he’d catch a sight,

praying she’d come his way…

It all started many weeks before,

when he heard her voice a singing,

as he walked by her door,

a voice he’d never be forgetting…

She sang his favorite song,

it would prove to be the start,

and as he listen on and on,

a warm feeling came to his heart…

He would dance in the street,

to the beautiful uplifting beat,

his body swaying in the breeze,

he moved with grace and ease…

With his feet a tapping,

his head and shoulders a rolling,

would shake his hips,

had a beautiful smile on his lips…

His face would shine,

as he danced under the sun,

and at night under a neon sign,

he just never stopped having fun…

He danced the dance of love,

it is a dance of a giver,

we sing songs of praise to the one above,

he danced to his hearts desire…

For his was a love of silence,

he couldnt see any wrong,

she didnt know of his existence,

he loved her voice and song…………….to be continued….